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“They’re green,” said Jack

“Grey”

“Green And I don’t need to be restored by anyone’s eyes I want peace and quiet, Tony, and Ipeaceful about the pair of theht’s adventure when his friend blithely cut in

“I don’t expect them to be peaceful,” said Lord Berne “Don’t you knoho that is? Devil Desue in Christendom Adventurer, charlatan, and—at least until he wed— corrupter of feminine virtue the like of which has not been seen since Casanova His conquests would populate—”

“Thank you, Tony The broad outlines will do”

“He’s a legend in his own tiland after that duel with Billings—but that’s aeons ago, isn’t it?”

Mr Langdon scowled at his coffee “Then I wonder at your father’s taking him under the ancestral roof”

“His lordship grows pious in his dotage Maybe he means to reform the Devil Still, what do I care about the reasons? Delilah” Lord Berne sighed “Even her name throbs with sinful promise She has not touched a hair offrom my very sinews”

His friend sighed inwardly Tony fell in love on a daily—sometime hourly—basis, and the results, in the view of soedy The pitiful remains of the feminine hearts Lord Berne had shattered lay strewn in a broad path froe would not change the course of history—though, unless Jack uess, Miss Desmond’s heart was made of sturdier material

For the philosopher, their interchange would provide an interesting study, but Mr Langdon was not in a philosophicto his uncle’s

Lord Berne played his trump card “You must come, Jack, to save me from myself”

“Rescue is not in my style,” was the irritated reply

“But who else can keep erous depths? Very dangerous, I promise you You will not want to see the Devil put a bullet through my too tender heart, will you?”

“Then keep your hands to yourself”

“But Jack” Lord Berne fixed his friend with a wide-eyed gaze “You know I can’t”

Mr Dese, the earl preceding them on horseback After they had driven so man interests me”

“Which young man, Papa?”

‘My dear, you can hardly think I find that fair-haired coxcoh several generations I refer to the Guest in Question The unhappy young rey eyes”

“I did not find him poetic”

“You most certainly did Also, you felt sorry for him I nearly swooned with astonishment”

Miss Desht is failing you, Papa, just like poor Lord Streetham’s”

“You are very cross today, Delilah Is it because the poetic youngand you regret your decision?”

Miss Desypsy bonnet tipped over her ear As she straightened it she said angrily, “I a to force acompromised It’s absurd”